chickenE was early again because the bus is now just him, but D came in today on time-ish. Again he got breakfast. The issue this morning was when he got some of the PB and J from his bagel onto Mr. Parker’s desk and refused to wipe it off. Getting food on someone’s desk is annoying at best; but when the person is allergic to both peanut butter and fruit (aka, the stuff jelly’s made out of), it’s actually kind of a big deal. He actually said, ‘it’s not my desk so it’s not mine anymore’. This is PARKER who he is INFATUATED with. We were both just incredulous that it took an actual 6 minutes of serious prompting to get him to wipe a little stuff off of Parker’s desk so Parker wouldn’t get sick. What is that?
Morning started out a little rough, because E refused to go to speech w/ Michelle and D refused to do the DIBELS (reading test) with Claudia, but we eventually at least got D to do the reading. He’s made some improvements, which is AWESOME, but not as much as I thought; I think he’s still in the ‘at-risk’ category, which is NOT GOOD. Reading instruction didn’t go well; E is refusing to read chapter books, so I went to grab some Nate the Great because I thought it was a chap book with pictures (what he wanted)(it isn’t, just a long story…). Then Parker and the 2 walk in and we checked some books out of the library. I now know how to work the check-out system : ). I also found out they borrowed 2 books in OCTOBER that we haven’t gotten back…and they’re on MY name… grr.
Lunch E didn’t want salad bar OR the nachos that were for lunch, so he cashed-in for pizza from Christopher’s. Then apparently Claudia and Parker also ordered food, but I chose not to. When I got to the room, it was already paid for, so I don’t know who I owe money to, but they took care of it without me. They take care of a LOT without me. : (. Thing I missed today: D walking across room while mad and saying, “Goddamnsonofabitch”, aka Z’s catch-phrase. Someone else pulled out a catch-phrase today, but I can’t remember who or which one. Z has left an effect on all of us. I miss him.
After lunch, E refused to go to reading group with me. I asked if I could tell him the plan, because it was just to finish the packet and then make up a recipe for cookies for next week, and he was not having it, and I had to go. So I went, and I got Erin and Jenny set up. I was leaving to use the restroom briefly, when E was in the hall. I was so excited he was coming that I knew I couldn’t leave or he might, so I held it. Group went pretty well. E forgets he ‘hates’ the group and talks to me with huge amounts of animation, and I can tell he TOTALLY loves that I remember stuff like his first best friend’s name, the kid up the street of his new house, his cats’ names… things that matter to him and show him I actually care about what he’s saying. It’s also gotta be a HUGE compliment to him because his speech is so unintelligible to everyone else that they don’t understand 50% of what he’s saying.
Negative bit of group = E calling Erin out on saying something that didn’t make sense. Apparently, he’s still bitter/mad at her from the gym incident on Thursday involving her, a bug, and his sweatshirt. Considering how much he DOESN’T care about being dirty, I’m deeply interested by how much he was bothered by that. OH! He’s the other flashback! He had to title his mystery in my group, and he said, “Miss E, wouldn’t A have come up with a really funny title for this?” and then “Remember that time A wrote a story about the Chicken Milk Cow Fish?”. THROWBACK.
Mini issue when they decided to look at an I Spy book through cash-in. Transition to SS had E calling us ‘Liars’ that we hadn’t told them, but he recovered SUPER fast, and came over to the comp to do the quick work I had designed…a month ago. D came over at his own sweet pace, and then all of the sudden, his wrist was hurting again (it’s not even his writing wrist, but it flares up sometimes when work is put in front of him) so he and Parker went to the nurse. The wrist was FINE during recess, but you know how those things go. To be fair, there IS a weird bump on it, but if it hurts too much to do your class work (WITH YOUR OTHER HAND, YOU LEFTY!), it HAS to hurt too much to run around tagging people and trying to grab the flag. I’m just saying.
Que mas? I typed up my progress reports and they're submitted, I took a nice walk to work this morning and I mean I really enjoyed my time, and then after school I met with Claire, realized the IEP was terrible, but none of my tutorettes showed up so I just worked on that for an hour and submitted them. w00t.
*The title of this entry = when A is agitated during writing time, he kind of shuts down a bit. Well, he kind of goes into this state where he freaks out and pulls out these default phrases, which is him shutting down. One that he THINkS will shorten his writing time (it doesn't) is "once upon a time, the end. okay, am I done? okay!?!". Several versions of that, but the main one is the 'once up on a time, the end'. I miss him; I hope he is back this week.
